Leet Hayes is a professional quarterback who knows how to finish
a play. When a life-threatening storm lands Sadie Benjamin in his
home, in his arms, well, he knows what to do with her.
Sadie is a midwife and the mother of two boys she rescued from
poverty and abandonment. Her sons need her; a pretty face and
a buff—extremely buff—body aren’t going to be enough to
But that attractive package comes with brains and talent and a
great heart—Leet charms not only her, but her boys, too. Just as
Leet intends, Sadie is falling—right from his arms into his love.
But neither of them could know that Leet’s first wife is not so dead
as he’d thought, or that when she comes back, she’ll bring
treacherous political intrigue and danger.
Leet wants Sadie. He wants a family. He wants to play—and win—
a game that involves a championship ring. He’ll have it all, even if
he has to put his own life on the line to accomplish it.
She kept struggling, nearly in panic. “Leet, please—”
Finally, he loosened his hold. She rolled to her hands and knees and pushed up,
meaning to crawl out of the tub.
He grabbed her against his chest, soothing with his voice and hands. “It’s okay,
sweetheart. Just stay in the water.” He stroked down her back, then through her
hair as she settled against him. “Look, you still have icicles in your hair. Just let the
water warm you up. Please, Sadie.’’
She finally gave up and let him have his way. She pressed her face into his chest
and kept it there even as he moved to turn on the hot water. The warmth finally
made its way through her boots to her toes and they, too, began to hurt like they
were on fire. “Ow.” She rubbed against him and let the tears come. “Ow, ow, ow.”
* * * *
Leet held her with one hand and worked his fingers into his pocket with the other.
He tore open the alcohol packet with his teeth and opened the syringe. He ripped
her outer shirt loose from half its buttons, slid it down her shoulder, and pulled at
the sleeve of her t-shirt to bare her upper arm. Then he stuck the needle in—fast
was supposed to be better—and pushed the plunger on the syringe to empty it
into her arm.
That one was particularly loud and annoyed, too.
“What was that?”
“For pain. Denny gave it to me.”
“But what was it?”
Belatedly, Leet thought to read the label. “Morphine.”
“Morphine? How much?”
He looked again. “Twenty milligrams.”
“Twenty? You gave it all?”
“Yes. You were crying, remember?” And it had been killing him. Having her argue
with him was much better. She’d stopped crying, stopped moaning even, and that
was worth the world to him.
“It’s going to put me to sleep, Leet. I was up all night.”
Already, she sounded drowsy. He cuddled her against him and pressed his lips to
her wet head. Then he pulled her a bit to his side and drew one foot up so he
could wrestle off her boot with one hand. She was quiet and even a little
cooperative as he did the other. “That’s good, baby. We’ll get you tucked into bed,
nice and warm, and you can sleep.”
Her head drooped against him now. He tucked her damp hair behind her ears—
they were pink now, just as Denny had said. Her fingers, too. “You’re warm now,
Sadie, aren’t you? Let’s get you out of there and into bed.”
“But—I have to get my son.”
Her son. Well, hell.
“Come on.” He lifted her out of the tub, but had to prop her against him to keep her
on her feet. He rubbed her hair with a towel, wondering. He’d called her “baby.” He’
d kissed her. Even now he wanted to press his lips against her damp hair—and
did. He was in trouble.
“I’ll take care of it.” He dropped the towel and held her face between his hands.
And then, God help him, he kissed her again, once, his lips hard against hers. “I
will. I promise.”
She lifted her gaze to his for just a moment while he rubbed the kiss into her lower
lip with his thumb. Then her eyes closed, and she swayed into him again.
He finished the job he’d started on the buttons of her shirt and peeled it off her.
When he started to pull the tee from her jeans, she slapped at his hands.
“You can’t undress me.”
“Okay,” he said, all reason. “Do it yourself.”
She lifted one hand to her waist, but it just hovered for a moment before it fell to
“You’re starting to shiver again. You have to get out of these clothes or else back
in the water to stay warm.”
She groaned a protest, making him think that was a no.
He left her pressed against him at the hip then arched back so he could strip the t-
shirt off over her head. Her bra was a pretty pink, kind of sweetly sexy. Did married
women, mothers, still wear bras like that?
He was going with no on that one, too.
He reached behind her and unfastened it. He had a little experience there that
came in handy now. He brought it around and lifted it away, even as she started to
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m not looking.”
"An Enticing Romance.
The author of Lucky Man, Rebecca
Skovgaard, has written a novel that grabs the
reader by the throat from the first page. I knew
nothing about this story, but I recognized right
away that the author would take me right along
with her on this exciting and emotional ride.
As a note of caution--while the novel is not
labeled erotic, it does contain numerous sexual
encounters between Leet and Sadie that are
quite intense and vivid. I recommend Lucky
Man." -Rising Star Reviews
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